SCARY LOVE, lando norris

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୧ ‧₊˚ 🏎️ — 🎬 ⋅ ☆

WHEN THE DAY OF THE MEETING CAME, Amelia drove herself to the McLaren Technology Center, in her black 1966 Ford Mustang fastback, which was blasting 'Cry Baby' by The Neighbourhood. Her grandfather had previously owned the car, and she loved it more than anything. She thought, that she would never see it again after she had moved to Los Angeles, until her grandfather passed away. He had left the car for her to keep. He knew, that she loved it more than he ever could. She wished that she could thank him one last time.

She moved to LA with when she was 18 years old, to pursue her acting career, leaving behind her parents, and older brother in London.
She still comes to visit them frequently as she also owns an apartment in London, and stays there whenever she films in England, which happens to be quite often. During her time in LA, she bumped into a woman, whilst trying for find her way to work. Little did she know, that said woman would become one of her best friends, and even manager a few years down the line.

When she arrived to the MTC, she got out of her car, locked it and walked to the glass doors at the front of the building, her black heeled boots clicking with every step she made. She was trying to look somewhat presentable, so she wore a white stripe shirt with a few buttons undone, paired with blue bootcut jeans and her dark red shoulder bag.

Should be fine.

Maddison was going to meet her there, so she had to find her way in herself. When she got to the big glass doors, they wouldn't open. She looked inside and saw that it was practically empty, with the exception of many, what she assumed were, black and orange with a dash of blue, F1 cars parked all side by side.

"You need to use the side door." an unfamiliar deep voice instructed. She turned around to find a man walking in her direction, with his hands in his pockets. He was wearing a long sleeved roll up shirt, that had the same colors as the cars inside with a black backwards cap, which was hiding his brown curls. He nodded his head to the side, in the direction of the mentioned side door, while looking her up and down. "Nice car, by the way. I like it." he complimented.
"Thanks." Amelia blushed and followed the man.

Lando stopped by the door and waited for Amelia to walk through first. "Do you work here?" Amelia asked him. "Uhh, yeah, i guess you could say that." Lando responded walking to the elevator. "Come one, this way." he instructed. Amelia laughed awkwardly. "Right, uh, why?" Lando stopped at the elevator and pressed on the arrow up. He leaned on the elevator and waited for it to come. "Because that's where our meeting is?" he explained to her.

"Wait, our? Are you Zak Brown?" Amelia furrowed her eyebrows and looked down at her phone, which displayed a photo of who's supposed to be Zak Brown, Team Principal of McLaren. Nope, can't be him. Lando huffed. "No, I'm not. But i'm a part of the meeting. Huge part actually." Amelia analyzed Lando carefully. The way he was casually leaning on the elevator. She wasn't sure if she should trust him, yet she had a gut feeling that he was right.

When the elevator came, Lando stepped aside to let Amelia through first, before stepping inside. Out the corner of her eye, Amelia saw Lando glance at her several times. Yet, she didn't say anything, nor spare him a glance back. When the doors opened, Lando walked out first and immediately turned left, Amelia following behind. She was quietly admiring the way his hips moved when he was walking. The way his tanned forearms looked and his exposed and prominent veins.